Halifax

After I spent a week in Halifax the sun finally figured out how to shine. There had been brief patches between showers and thunderstorms but mostly it was just wet. Visiting Fall River is a matter of spending time with family and to a lesser degree getting my RV a yearly waxing. That and being grateful for the availability of the resident handyman to resolve a few nagging issues. Watched a couple movies and saw a few TV shows. I'm not accustomed to watching commercials. A neighbour here got a load of firewood he's cutting up with a powersaw. Another has been feeding pheasants whose squeaky washline call echoes periodically. Deer and their two fawns appear in the back yard, it is hoped that Bambi leaves the garden alone. The resident piliated woodpeckers call off and on. Beech trees here are suffering from a mite blown in by Hurricane Arthur last year. They look very sick. The Halifax Chronicle Herald arrives daily, a packet of flyers Wednesdays. Life in the fast lane?

United Church on Sunday. A trip into Dartmouth for Clams and Chips at John's Lunch then cross the bridge to Halifax to tour the new Library. A walk up over the hill to assay the latest subdivision expansion. Someone has money for such large homes. This time round there hasn't been time yet for a walk down to the Shubenacadie Canal. Home and family is where you are treated the best and complain the most. I got to finally meet my great niece and nephews. The avuncular Great Uncle Garth is still uncertain of the role.